"That is, the legend of Star City, the myth of a generation Li Tianyang, is Li Zhengang's uncle, known as the patron saint of Star City!"

"The witch god of the Southeast Asian witch temple, who once sacrificed 10,000 people with blood, was besieged and killed by a regular regiment in Equestria, but he was also slaughtered. ”

"That one, could it be the Japanese sword god, Ito Hirotake, who was named the 'first samurai under the command of the emperor'! He didn't even appear when Xu Feng set foot in Tokyo, but he didn't expect to come to the meeting today. ”

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One by one, the powerhouses of the god realm continue to appear, many of them are peerless powerhouses who became famous a hundred years ago, and they have long been retreating from the world, and they have long been just asking about the martial arts.

In their eyes, even if the family is ruined and the country is in danger, they may not be willing to take action.

However, under the order of the Holy Mountain, more than a dozen Divine Realm powerhouses were all born and gathered at the top of the Taishan Mountain.

Martial arts supreme, command the world!

In the hearts of everyone, these eight words couldn't help but appear.

Compared to the Holy Mountain, even if it is a god realm powerhouse, it seems very small, far from being able to compete with the first realm in the world.

"It seems that this time, Xu Shenhua is really going to be finished. The five great god realms of Huaguo, plus Japan's Ito Hirotake, that is the six great god realms, and they will die!"

In the crowd, an old man with a childish face sighed helplessly.

It is the famous You Xiaoyao, who often speaks at the martial arts forum, and today he finally showed his true body.

On the top of the Taishan Mountain, seventeen Divine Realm powerhouses are all representing the most powerful forces in the East.

Suddenly, a terrifying might, like wolf smoke, rose straight into the sky.

"Fellow Daoists, I haven't seen each other for a hundred years, and I miss it very much!"

An old man with white hair hanging down his shoulders, holding a cane, seems to be at the extreme of old age, and will fall down when the wind blows.

Beside him, a young man was carefully supporting, as rich as jade, like the Nine Heavens Divine Son, above all living beings.

"Welcome to the Holy Master!"

A group of God Realm powerhouses actually bowed slightly and greeted the white-haired old man.

Holy Master!

Son!

One is the de facto ruler of the Holy Mountain, the president of the Senate Council, the head of the six elders, and in the era when the Holy Lord is not out, he almost represents the supreme power of the Holy Mountain.

The other is the contemporary holy son, the successor of the future holy mountain, with a noble status, a noble status, and unlimited future potential.

In this year's Holy Meeting, only two figures came to the Holy Mountain, but no one dared to despise everyone present.

Because the old and the young in front of them can almost represent the entire holy mountain, symbolizing the present and the future.

"Everyone is a guest, sit down!"

The Holy Master waved his hand and motioned for everyone to take their seats.

He glanced around the audience and sighed helplessly, "Alas, in the past hundred years, it seems that the majesty of my holy mountain has weakened a lot. Unexpectedly, this year's Holy Assembly sent out 239 invitations, but only 17 gods and 42 gods came. ”

As soon as these words came out, many of the Divine Realm powerhouses present raised their eyebrows slightly.

The Holy Mountain is the supreme of the martial arts realm, and their understanding of the powerhouses of the world's god realm is probably unmatched.

For this holy meeting, the holy mountain actually sent out two hundred and nineteen invitations in one go.

Doesn't this mean that in the cognition of the Holy Mountain, the number of half-step myths plus martial arts myths is two hundred and thirty-nine!

What a horrific number?

You must know that each of these two hundred and thirty-nine people is at least a half-step myth, and a peerless powerhouse who can step on a sect.

Among them, the real martial arts myth is even more immeasurable, even if only one appears, it is enough to intimidate a small country and sweep thousands of modern armies.

"By the way, I remember that in the past few years, there has been a powerful person named Xu Feng in Huaguo. swept all the way invincible, the killing was shocking, and even the Medicine King Valley in the southwest was trampled by him. Alas, I don't know how the old medicine god is in the spirit of the sky, how should I think?"

The Holy Master seemed to think of an old man, looked up at the sky, and let out a long sigh.

Old medicine god!

The previous generation of Medicine King Valley Lords became famous three hundred years ago, and it was not until decades ago that he was confirmed to be immortal.

He is almost the longest-lived martial arts myth in history, and he is amazed by the world.

"If Xu Feng dares to come, there is no need to say more, I will be the first to kill him!" Wu Lei said in a deep voice, his eyes were like lightning, and his pressure was as heavy as Mount Tai.

Mu Haoyue sneered and said lightly: "Brother Wu, you're wrong. Xu Feng slaughtered hundreds of martial immortals from my Mu family, so naturally I had to kill them with my own hands. ”

"The head belongs to me, and you can eat the rest of the parts!" Kunlun let out a dull low roar, his teeth grinding and making his scalp tingle.

"This sword is called Slashing Immortals, it is a legacy of my Ye family's ancestors, and now it has not seen blood for a hundred years, and it just happened to send a god realm blood to open for it!"

Ye Wudao gently stroked the long sword in his arms, as if he was touching his beloved lover.

"I only ask for one heart, in order to sacrifice my son Jiuzhong!" Gu Hong's eyes were sad, and his tone was slightly heavy.

Gu Jiuzhong is his only son, since his death, as a father, he has been unable to avenge him personally, and the resentment in his heart has long been like an angry sea.

"Miyamoto Musashi is my teacher. Xu Feng slaughtered the Miyamoto family, challenged me in public Japanese martial arts, and I was duty-bound to talk about public and private. ”

Hiroshi Ito, dressed as a simple samurai, sits on his paddle, spitting out words like steel balls, which has a kind of categorical meaning.

"It's a good holy meeting, why shout and kill like this, can't you all live in peace?"

The witch god was shrouded in black robes, holding a white bone staff, and said gloomily.

"Witch God, I seem to remember that the Earth Tiger Society under your Witch Temple was also leveled by Xu Feng, right?"

Ye Wudao lives in the south of China, and he knows very well what is happening in Southeast Asia, especially the huge strength of the Wu Temple.

"It's just a trivial matter, how can I blame a martial arts myth? Besides, the matter of the Earth Tiger Society, speaking of the Holy Mountain, also has a share. Could it be that you still want me to be the enemy of the Holy Mountain and challenge the majesty of the Holy Master?"

The witch god sneered and said, it seemed that he didn't want to mix the affairs of the Huaguo martial arts world.

When several god realm powerhouses were talking, none of the half-step myths sitting in the back row dared to intervene, they all bowed their heads and were silent, even Lu Xuanji could only admit obediently!

"It's almost past noon, you look at the list! Those who didn't show up should all remember it, and we'll settle accounts one by one when the time comes!"

The Holy Master looked at the sky, the scorching sun was in the sky, and it was just noon.

The Holy Son just wanted to nod, but suddenly raised his head and looked up with a solemn expression.

The propeller roared, and a black dot slowly magnified in everyone's sight, it was a military helicopter, hovering above everyone's heads, looking down on dozens of peerless powerhouses on the top of the mountain.